Great jewels glitter like a wizard's rain Of pearl and ruby in the women's hair. And all the men—each drags a golden chain, As though he walked in freedom. In the glare, Luxurious-cushioned wheels a revel-train Where kings of song with weary feet have trod, Where Poe, sad priest to Beauty and to Pain, Bore through the night the Vision and the God. And yet, perhaps, in this assemblage vast, In some poor heart sounds the enraptured chord, And staggering homeward from a hopeless quest The God-anointed touched me, meanly dressed, And, like a second Peter, I have passed Without salute the vessel of the Lord. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MADRIGAL: 1 by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN THE OLD SHIPS by JAMES ELROY FLECKER SONGS OF TRAVEL: 26. IF THIS WERE FAITH by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON SONNET: MAN VERSUS ASCETIC. 2 by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON MONODY ON A LADY FAMED FOR HER CAPRICE by ROBERT BURNS THE DREAM AND THE REALITY by DOROTHY CAMERON THE NIGHT-SCENE; A DRAMATIC FRAGMENT by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |